On an early morning walk, I picked up two leaves and put them in my pocket. I knew in my damaged brain that I would have to hand-paint them blue first. For I was blue, the ocean was blue, and people walked with blue faces. All seemed blue in fact.
Or perhaps I am only remembering it that way because the picture came in small sections of sadness? Not sure. But it makes me smile now, so some transformation took place. Perhaps. The vibrations are still stirring me up. This may not yet be the end of this perhaps.
Two leaves are painted blue. Pink and black Flexseal on paperboard came next. Cardboard, acrylic paint, and anxious, nervous arrangement came next. I photographed it. Then the physical was dismantled as if all was erased from physical space and time.
And now it is here. Possibly part of your story.
~endpop
